Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

was confused,

replied, [Sorry, must’ve been a brain fart. Got the

speechless,

nobody knew

for a moment before echoing Painter’s earlier message – [If anyone digs up anything about him, I’d

aside and opened the book “The Periodic Table” that she’d borrowed from her grandmother.

flipped through the pages with a

been more true. She had thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied some college material,

double down

PM when Lorna brought her a cup of milk and honey. “Get some sleep, dear. You have to rest to regain

good

was setting her alarm when a new message popped up on her phone,

are you asking about

held back from Louie. She pondered for a moment

way.

replied, [Yes, do you know

a full ten minutes before sending back a cryptic message: [Be careful around

did he mean by keeping her distance? They hadn’t even been in

deeply, replying. I can’t stay away

she was waxing poetic about love, just as Lorna and

could decide, Louie replied,

Louie understood her meaning. After a moment’s thought, she responded:

Louie went silent.

typing indicator blinked for another ten minutes, but still no message. Was there a

found Louie’s response: I know. I’ll see your granddad about a treatment

knew. He actually

might have called him immediately, but Cordelia was patient by nature. If Louie said tomorrow, she would wait.

typed a single

into bed. Just as she was about to turn off the device,

the screen, recognizing Everard’s number. What

more velvety than she

voice seemed different in the nocturnal stillness, somehow more appealing. She hesitated before finally

soothing it seemed to caress the